le regale una rosa

I just rediscovered a song I’ve loved since childhood. O Quizás Simplemente Le Regale Una Rosa by Leonardo Favio is gorgeous. Most people wouldn’t like it but it reminds me of good times, of the kitchen in my childhood home, being warm.

Summer has gone pretty well so far. It’s almost over. I went on a two and a half day trip to Las Vegas. Then we headed north to Northern California. Carmel was one of the stops on the way and was a beautiful little town, the walk uphill to the stores is a bit steep but it’s definitely worth it. Still, horrid food in Monterey, it was hard to tell which was fish or chicken… it tasted that much the same.

San Francisco was very busy but the crepe place was excellent and I liked walking up and down the pier. The ride in the horse drawn carriage was a first. I can’t recall another experience like it, just a moment to unwind during a busy vacation where it was go go go. The Napa Valley was also beautiful and there was much wine! I gave my wine tasting pass to my brother (yes, he’s legally able to drink).

I finally got the Short Stories workshop. I’m rather nervous because I haven’t written a real short story in a long time. Two classes and my BA is mine. Part of me wonders if I’ll fail at the last moment. It hasn’t happened yet but it could and there’s this childish feeling that I’ll jinx myself by saying I’ll graduate in December and that’s that.

I’m still wondering how I got here, one semester away from graduation. It doesn’t seem I put that much effort into it… despite all the anxious finals and the mental health issues that got worst during times of great academic stress. Do I deserve this?

The tentative answer is: yes.

Commented: Honey Cass Gabrielle

we didn’t start the fire

I’m obsessed with this song. Completely obsessed.

Been debating buying a new domain for going on six months. Just can’t bring myself to do it just yet. Have an eye on a few names. It’s wasteful but oh-so-tempting.

I hardly ever write in here. My life has been clopping along at a more even keel than in the past. Worked a bit more on the pieces of my past I write down. Super-secret shoes and stupidity. It’s interesting, remembering. It doesn’t feel like it happened to me.

A lot of stress because we were moving and now we’re not. Spent a few days in hell while dozens of groups of people came to lookat our house. I kept imagining people were going through my things. Though why would they. Lots of anger and some breakdowns into tears because of stress. Never mind last week when I cracked because of lack of sleep and an argument with my father. The arguments are coming more frequently now that he’s been around more often which leads me to believe that it’s absence making the heart grow fonder rather than real growth that kept us friendly since the divorce. Love him, though, and respect him. I just can’t see eye to eye with him on a lot of things. Not really political or social beliefs, more an unwillingness to compromise on his part and partially on my part.

Been reading a lot, working through all my books. A lot of Bret Easton Ellis. Lunar Park was beautiful, I found I preferred it to the others.

Last summer before I get my BA. I haven’t gotten the short story class yet but if one more person drops the class the spot is mine. Think good thoughts for me, I need this. Though considering how often I don’t write I don’t think there’s too many people hanging on my every word. (;

Commented: culminator Gabrielle